A month later.
"Come on, come on!"
With a sudden cry.
Several Zhao family friars stepped on Dunguang and flew out of the dense forest in panic, scattering blood beads under their bodies.
There was a loud rumbling sound behind them, and one by one thick trees collapsed, rolling up bursts of dust and rising like gray smoke columns.
A beautiful python, more than thirty feet long, wriggled past, tracking down the monks who had just attacked it.
According to its experience.
Although these little dots can fly, they will soon lose their support.
Then it will have a good meal